‘Gotten far ahead of myself’? What the hell does she mean by that, I thought. I gave her a puzzled look, trying to elicit an explanation to her la...st comment. She looked me up and down then pointed to my cock. Holy fuck. I didn’t even realise that I had gotten hard while thinking about her, I was only wearing my old dressing gown which had parted to reveal my stiffness for the whole world to see. I quickly grabbed the cushion from behind my back and shoved it into my lap, covering my erect. My hips thrust up to meet each and every impalement as she rose and fell. Time after time, the wicked, young vixen would stop and sit still. The damn little cock-teaser was trying to prolong the excitement! Hell, her hot, young pussy was driving me crazy! She’d better stop taking her own sweet-damn-time, or I’ll have to hogtie that girl and fuck her! My swollen cock pulsated with racing blood. Seminal fluid moved into place ready for release. Because of my vasectomy, I couldn’t release. (At the time I was still too young to imagine the kind of sexual lust she stirred in those staring men. All I knew is that she was a beautiful, desirable woman to other men, but that she was my mom and belonged to me, and not to them).My earliest meaningful memories of my mom go back to when I was about six or seven years old. She would have been about24 or 25 at that time and I think that was when I first became consciously aware of the fact that my mother was a beautiful woman— kind of tall. As soon I saw her body was wiggling from left to right and right to left, I realised it is the time to go for KILL. I lay Doreen on her back and Spread her legs as wide as possible, slowly I adjusted my self between her legs and holding my dick with right hand I started searching the hole for my tool. Soon Doreen felt I am looking for the hole she took the dick from my hand and guided my 6 inch dick in to entrance of her hole. As the love hole was well lubricated my dick just glided in to her.